Playing god and pointing fingers in every direction but our own is a beautiful way to live.nCreating heavens out of ashes and reaching towards the sky with every pedestal possible.nWe've taken two steps out of a thousand.nOne small step towards understanding, and one giant leap towards murder.nLook up at the sky and the wrists we've slit.nSucking the blood straight from the veins.nTake a deep breath and make excuses for why it burns your lungs.nThese skylines stand like cemeteries with headstones for us all.nThis has risen from bare ground, everything we fabricate and call beauty.nThis is beauty with a gun in its mouth.nThis is not what was intended.nImagine walking in open fields with the ashes of generations sifting below your feet.nStepping over centuries of failure that have all come down to this.nServing an immediate purpose with an everlasting effect.nMother, this is a sign of our gratitude.nRipping the umbilical in half before conception.nYour eulogy spilling from our cracked lips.nWe are your sons and daughters.nWe rake open your chest and watch the heart come to stillness.